Constantine the blind, corssing rivers of pale ashes
Negates Sol Invictus with the Nazarene's dark pain
The alien of Genneseret, stealing into the heart of Diana's temple
Raping her with the fury of the sacrificed
Constantine the blind, wan Godhead at his side
Scales mythic O

I've seen demons
And I've been shown things that no-one sould see
And I know why birds alight from cables with no-one beneath
Who's on the side of the angels
Who's on the side of Satan
God's not there anymore
I know why birds fly
No-one's there anymore

The ice in the water
Corrupting the wake
The old ship now preparing to break
I am the fool now
I run with the cats and the owls
I don't see my mistake
Now I am your Jonah
I'm shipwrecked among you now.

Through the whole void of night I search
So dumbly crying out to thee
But thou art not, and night's vast throne
Becomes an all-stupendous church
With star-bells knelling unto thee, who in all space am most alone

I go ashore at night
Leaving the kingdom
I walk down to the woods, to the place where they abandoned me
There's a voice in the darkness
I follow it unerringly
I know I'm not welcome here, but lack the strength to leave
I drown in the light, disintegrate among the saved

I clutch your hand with my cracked fingers
And laugh
Wish everything was different, wish everything was simple
But it's not, it's not
That none shall die
Is impossible
I wish I could believe you, wish everything was different
But it's not, it's not
I wish everythi

This is the last song
This the last song I will ever sing to you
This is the last song I will ever sing

Tear off a petal and turn back
Down the road to the house where
I first listened to Fleetwood Mac with you
And all your pairs of shoes - a hundred
Where are they now?
Where are they now?
Tear off a petal and turn back
Down the road you abandoned
When I thought I w

Part II - Arc of Piss

What became of our speeches
What became of our fabulous ideals
What we thought was evolution... nothing but an arc of piss, an old man under a bridge
Gutters... gutters
Rescue me

I will go where the dead things whisper
I will go where the beasts know my name
I will go where the damned things gather
I will go... in shame.
Nihil Inherit... odium.
My bloodlines are severed
With the fall... the murder... the sun... the sun.
Increscunt animi, vires

Every blade of grass
Sings for him alone
Forming a chorus
With all those that drink
The black pollen and from twisted yellow roots
The thousand tiny flowers that wind around his throne
Round his throne
We spend our lives pointed at the sky
We spend our lives as an

In dinghies and coracles
We shrank upstream
Ten men in the claw of nature
Squid covering the oars, and briars choking the banks
We fell on in silence towards black adventure
We got lost somewhere upriver

In time I know I'll change; I've got to,
Blood of my blood, I've shot you down...
And I've never seen a human look like that
I can't say I like it... I can't say I like it much.
My veins are full of you.
I can't say I love you again.
Judas;
Mother;
Father;
Sin

I've been dreaming after all
I've been dreaming after all

I wonder how
Life would be
Withouth these demons
I wonder how
Life could be
If I had peace

The prairie hag
She sits and waits
Polishing them golds and brass
Winter soon, the grass is saying
She knows that autumn's not long to last
Autumn's not long to last
Polishing them golds and brass, so prepares the witch…
Nothing lasts forever, not even time

Praise him
He spreads his porcelain wings
A mile each wide
Taking flight from the right hand of damnation
Mighty tobacco beetle
Destroyer of the ziggurats
Mighty tobacco beetle
Defiler of the pyramids
We're all doomed…
We're doomed.
Praise him…mighty tobac

In a hollow of Viridian
I see you
Soft and still as biology
The trees want to grasp at you again
Hung like a golden bell at the heart of a willow
Like a golden bell
There's no life you could offer that would mean anything to me

I've walked along the walls of this old town for hours without meeting a soul
The wind shrieks hard against the stone with a loneliness of feeling I have never known.
But I've seen Wormwood over Albion; I know he points me home.
Full of sedition, and wrapped in a threnody beyond my c